The Roommate Rulebook

Rule 29

Rule 29 (As per usual, not proofread so please ignore any mistakes, I'll correct them in the final edit).

                Ash had put lard on my toast instead of butter. Lard.

                "I could lose you today and this is what you do?" I deadpanned, dropping the toast in the bin. Ash smirked and trapped me between his arms and the counter.

                "Positive thinking, remember, love?" he whispered and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I swatted his chest and he raised his eyebrows.

                "You can stick that up your arse," I mumbled and pushed past him. "Aren't you meant to be seeing your mum again?" I asked.

                Ash leaned on the counter and folded his arms over his chest. Seeing his mother was probably the last thing on his mind, but he'd spent the evening before at her house and had promised to see her again before the race.

                I'd skyped my mum the night before and told her a bit about the race, not that it was illegal or that Ash could crash, but just filled her in on our lives. She seemed happy enough and was thrilled that everything was working out. Apparently, Melinda and my father had been at business meetings all week to try and fix an element of Melinda's research that went wrong. It had taken far too much effort to look solemn about it.

                "I saw her yesterday," he dismissed. I frowned.

                "And? She's your mother," I interjected, knowing that I'd kick myself if something were to happen and he hadn't seen her.

                "Your point?" I just scowled and turned on my heels, not wanting to argue with him a mere three hours before he collected his bike.

                "I'm just saying," I mumbled and tried to scout out Dev.

                "She's only interested in my life when she needs a model, someone to represent her, or when she wants me to do some kind of work, Al," he told me, leaning out of the kitchen.

                "Have you seen your dad?" I asked. Ash's shoulders tensed and he narrowed his eyes.

                "Why are you so certain this crash is going to happen?" he snapped. I flinched at his tone and twisted to face him.

               

                "Because you cracked your ribs before. Nate is serious, they are serious," I repeated. Ash shrugged and grabbed his jacket. I put my arm on the doorframe to prevent him going anywhere. Although we both knew full well that if he wanted to leave, he could leave.

                "This is my problem, not yours. Do me a favour and stop stressing me out," he hissed.

                "If it affects you, it is my problem. It comes with the relationship," I corrected and frowned.